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Intellectuality and lyricism are inseparable
The complex world conceals countless secret paths with flashy appearances, and the poets are not willing to get lost, they cross the dust of shallow carnival to try to reach the core of life and reality, and when reading Ding Wei's poetry, I once again realized this. This is first manifested in the allegorical nature of Ding Wei's poetry, "Painting the Ground as a Prison" is self-imitated with insects, showing the futile siege of life, and the reference to this Sisyphean archetypal fable can't help but tremble; the picture of "Needle" depicts the protagonist is an elderly woman, and the poem shows a kind of mottled and vicissitudes of time through the comparison between man and needle; while "Falling Leaves" thinks through universal and seemingly ordinary natural phenomena, about "reincarnation", about the transformation of "high" and "low", about the endurance of life, Patience, calmness and resilience, the author presents his understanding through this short poem... In other life/love "lyric poems", we read about beauty and sophistication, especially the poem "Orange", which is nuanced in the overall combination of sight, smell and taste. If carefully tasted, sometimes in the same poem, the two mentioned above can be present. It may be said that in Ding Wei's poetry, her intellectual thinking and lyrical texture are indistinguishable, and they interact and jointly explain the poet's world and language, as well as the rich possibilities of her writing.
——Recommended by: Na Ren Ki Ki Ge (Editor-in-Chief of Poetry Wind Appreciation)
Ding Wei, "post-90s" poet, a native of Jinxi, Fuzhou, Jiangxi. At the end of 2015, he began to write and published poetry works in People's Literature, Selected Poems, Yanhe and so on.
Waves of Light on Earth (Group Poems)
◆ Painting the ground as a prison
A bug on a stone pier,
Ready to start,
It whispered to itself: Start
There was no intention of stopping.
It crawled round and round into the distance
Finally back to the starting point.
It's more like me in my twenties,
Departure again and again,
Again and again, again and again,
Never get out of the siege of life.
◆ In a dream
Sitting at the familiar alleyway, moonlight
Let's stand shoulder to shoulder, Altair and Vega,
It was a parable hanging from the canopy.
Tired, rest your head on your shoulder.
We breathe unevenly, swaying each other,
Not talking is better than talking.
Dreams are always repeated like this: Now
I'm going to your dreams, out of the alley
That trail climbed into my dreams.
Tonight, live over and over again in your dreams.
In the sky, the galaxy is vast,
How far away, how hollow...
◆ Us
The waves of the earth,
Flow on one street
Sheltered in a small room.
We held hands during the day and walked.
We kissed at night and squandered sweat.
We are repeating the original intention of mankind
- History is once again restored to reality.
Just one day,
Enough time.
How firm is this gilded color,
Starting from the surface, a hard texture has formed.
We have completed all forms of love.
When day replaces night again,
We will also be pouring into the crowds...
On a blind and inevitable path
Read out the last secrets of the world
◆ Oranges
Oranges are in your hands
It's sweet, budding to be placed
You look at it carefully, as if you see through it
Saw the sweetness, saw the sweet and greasy juice
Fascinated by it.
The orange peel is peeled off,
A clove of orange is bare
Under the lights
Can't wait for the sweetness
Crowded outwards
In the air, there is an ambiguous breath
You've seen everything
Know like the back of one's hand. You turn your fingers
I'm like that petal, an orange
Slightly shy in front of you
Suddenly, it was completely transparent
◆ needle
She thrust the needle into the sole of her shoe,
Tighten the line,
Pull it out again.
The action is very difficult.
In the sun,
The age spots on her face were very similar
Mottled rust on the needle.
No
She's the needle.
Stabbed and injured others,
I have also hurt myself.
How many years,
No more tit-for-tat confrontation with people,
She put away the sharpest parts.
◆ Fallen leaves
Once again, they accepted the gap between the high and the low,
Spinning, falling,
The last one was low to the dust.
High posture for a long time,
To bend down,
Not an easy task.
"Only humble to the dust can emit new green"
In a few days,
They will reach a new height once.
◆ There is no heavy snow in the south
Heavy snow kept falling
There is no beginning and no end
Ignore all boundaries
Covered the heavens and the earth, covered me
Rush from the north
At all times
They all cheered
How vast the world is
How do I perceive it?
There are no ling beads falling on the eaves
The smell of heavy snow
Just a kind of stubbornness
That
Father put on a knitted hat,
Rub your hands and stomp your feet
"It's cold!"
Snow hangs high like a sword.
The ginkgo tree took off its hat,
The father had a white gas in his mouth.
The story goes on and on
In the south, snow has not appeared.
There are their legends everywhere,
Incredibly vivid.
◆ Door
Tight spaces
All emotions are brewing
Lights, us, swaying
Creak,
Like the last alert that was raised.
The moment the door is opened,
We have to forget each other
Like two intersecting lines
After a brief encounter
Blend into the wider nothingness.
On the threshold -
I saw traces of love crossing over.
◆ I am a tourist from my hometown
I have been to many villages
And for the homeland
- That's a small town on the side of the road
There are people, things, animals, and even a plant,
I didn't know.
"The place where the ancestors lived is the hometown!"
There's only one day of the year —
clear and bright.
Because of the ancestral relationship,
I went back to my hometown.
Like a tourist from a foreign land
Greeted by every strange ding surname.
After this day again
Leave quickly.
◆ Snow
The snow fell.
Things on earth appear as white,
They get a moment's chance to wash themselves away.
And at this moment,
I'm standing in the snow,
Ren Snow slowly covered me.
Restore me into a point in this multitude of whites.
Excerpted from Poetry Awards, Vol. 2, 2017
Ding Wei